Chapter 259 Ridiculous

Chapter 259 Ridiculous

Chapter 259 Ridiculous
At 1987:5 on May 28, 19, Matthias Rust, an amateur flying enthusiast from the Hamburg Aviation Club in West Germany, piloted a Cessna 30 aircraft and flew more than 172 kilometers in the Soviet Union over five hours, flying over two naval bases, four air force bases, and two missile bases, successfully breaking through Moscow's defense network and finally landing on an open space on Red Square more than 800 meters away from Gorbachev's office.

It is known in history as the Red Square Incident.

The U.S. Navy Headquarters first released the call records on October 1995, 10.

Canada: "Please change your course fifteen degrees south to avoid collision."

The US side: "It is recommended that you change your course fifteen degrees north to avoid collision."

The US side: "I repeat, I am the captain of a US Navy warship, change your course."

Canada: “Please change your course.”

The American side, angry and serious: "This is the USS Lincoln, the second largest fleet of the United States Atlantic Fleet. We are traveling with three destroyers, three cruisers and several support ships. I ask that you change your proposed course to fifteen degrees north, otherwise we will take all necessary measures to ensure the safety of this fleet."

Canada: “This is a lighthouse.”

This conversation is known in history as the Lighthouse Incident.

Although the U.S. Navy later refuted the rumor many times, and many experts believed that such a thing would not happen to an experienced naval captain, it was purely a rumor.

But US Director of National Intelligence Mike McConnell acknowledged in a 2008 speech that the Lighthouse incident was real.

Note: The Director of National Intelligence oversees all sixteen intelligence units within the U.S. intelligence system.

During the Cold War, the Soviet Union, which had the most advanced and powerful ground-based air defense system in the world, could allow a young man to land on Red Square in a small plane.

When the U.S. Navy dominated the world and possessed the most powerful and advanced invincible fleet, a fleet commander could mistake a lighthouse for a ship.

So when the British Empire became Little Britain, what was the problem if two foolish young men broke into MI6?

Some things are hard to accept, but they happened.

Whether you can accept it or not, you must accept it.

A man in a suit, his face full of helplessness, fatigue, and anger.

I'm hungry and tired, but I can't leave work because I have to lead many people to investigate the case of the kidnapping of the Minister of Intelligence. Now the Minister of Intelligence is safe, but the two French bastards ran away and their whereabouts have not been found yet.

Checking surveillance is the simplest method.

The one in charge of monitoring the surveillance is the head of the counterintelligence team. Although the poor security is not his responsibility, it is his responsibility if the two escaped agents cannot be caught and the bastard from the French External Security Service cannot be brought back.

There were several surveillance cameras, so I couldn’t watch them all at once, but suddenly someone said in a horrified tone, “Oh no, boss, look here!”

Hearing his men's voices trembling with fear, the head of MI6's counterintelligence department had an ominous feeling in his heart.

Watching the two of them go down to the underground parking lot again, my ominous premonition came true.

Seeing the two people getting into the trunk, the head of the counterintelligence department's hands began to tremble.

"Oh, God, no, no!"

He grabbed the intercom and shouted at the top of his lungs, in a rapid, panicked voice, "They're in the car! They're in the trunk! They went to the headquarters! Search the intelligence minister's car, oh no, notify the director, protect the director!"

Don't think too much about it. Now it's not about how to remedy any mistakes. Now I just have to pray that these two people don't cause more trouble.

MI6 was looking for the whereabouts of two French agents, but instead of escaping, the two French agents turned around and entered the MI6's lair.

The message spread extremely quickly, with the result that MI6 was instantly blown up.

"Oh, God……"

When you hear the news, you should immediately know what is going to happen.

The two agents did not escape, but got into the Minister of Intelligence's car and returned to MI6, so they were definitely not here for a visit.

Do I need to tell you what you want to do?
A group of people started running frantically.

Give warning, call people, block and search.

Everything was going on at the same time, and MI6 had the people to do all of these things at once.

The Director of MI6 had just sat down when he received a call.

"Sir! The two Frenchmen did not escape. They got into the car of the Minister of Intelligence and came back! It is very dangerous now. Please move to a safe area immediately..."

"what?"

The director of MI6 could hardly believe his ears, and then at this moment, the door of the conference room opened and a petite girl walked in.

The clothes just look a bit big and don't fit me well.

Emily smiled slightly, then she threw the tray of coffee and tea directly at a few people, treating them to tea and coffee in an alternative way.

The tray was missing, and underneath it was a hand holding a pistol.

"Hello, from..."

Emily tilted her head. It was a shame that she couldn't say France's name at this glorious moment.

“Greetings from the CIA.”

The Minister of Intelligence's eyes widened. He looked at Emily and couldn't help but cover his left cheek.

The Foreign Secretary jumped up with a yell because he was burned by the scalding coffee. Fortunately, there was a layer of cloth blocking it, but his thigh still felt burning.

The Prime Minister's special envoy had not figured out the situation yet. He was sent to inquire about the kidnapping of the Minister of Intelligence. His main purpose was to understand the situation first and wait until he returned to report to the Prime Minister before making the next move. As for now, he didn't know how to react. Although his face and hands were burned by the hot water droplets, it didn't burn a large area and didn't make him jump.

The director of MI6 was still holding the phone. He stared at Emily in a daze, but his eyes were focused on the black muzzle of the gun.

Two giants of the empire, an intelligence expert, and the prime minister's confidant, were pointed at the head by a little French woman?
Aliens have attacked the Earth.

Controlled nuclear fusion is now commercially available.

Human beings have flown out of the Milky Way.

The most important figure in the British intelligence community was taken down by the French in his own lair.

Choose one of four impossible events, which one do you choose?
The meeting room was noisy because of the Foreign Secretary's shouting.

But the conference room immediately fell silent again because Emily pointed the gun and the Foreign Secretary immediately sat down again in extreme shock.

The meeting room was now very quiet, until Gao Yi broke the silence again.

"Hi, hello, nice to see you again, hello, Minister."

Gao Yi smiled and greeted a few people, then he motioned Emily to put down the gun and said with a smile: "Don't do that, it's impolite."

The Minister of Intelligence looked ashen, and no one knew what he was thinking, but it certainly wasn't something good.

The Foreign Minister came back to his senses. He was very surprised and asked inexplicably: "Twice a day?"

The director was heartbroken.

Nothing happened to the people now, but the director of MI6 was completely heartbroken.

What day is today?
Today was supposed to be just an ordinary day. The Foreign Secretary came to learn about the developments within the EU and the US response, to obtain some important intelligence feedback from MI6, and to give instructions in person so that MI6 could speed up its work in those areas.

I didn't expect that after finally visiting MI6, I would witness someone coming to my door and be beaten.

Well, the morning's events were behind us, the Foreign Secretary had finished his business and left to meet with the Prime Minister, along with the Director of MI6, to be questioned by the Prime Minister.

He didn't expect that MI6 would be in such a mess. Out of concern for his colleagues, and to understand the whole story of the matter, and also to find out what France was trying to do, he came to MI6 for the second time, but this time he had an extra mouthpiece sent by the Prime Minister.

Then I happened to catch it for the second time.

The second time, a gun was pointed at his head.

He's a well-known figure who has traveled all over the world, and this is how the French treat him?

But thinking about where this place was, the Foreign Secretary immediately lost his temper and calmed down.

This is the headquarters of MI6. Someone is pointing a gun at my head here. Are we going to protest to France through diplomatic channels?

It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous that there is no precedent to follow, I don't know what to say, let alone what to do.

Finally, it was the Foreign Minister, who had rich diplomatic experience, who spoke first.

"I want to protest to your president and ask him what he wants to do! Now, I want to call him personally, no matter what your purpose is, no matter who sent you! You'd better pay attention to your attitude and propriety. Now, I'm going to call your president!"

The call actually went through. Although it needed to be transferred, the Foreign Secretary was confident that he could get through.

The French have done such a crazy thing, and the problem must be solved through negotiations. The Foreign Minister admitted that he was indeed manipulated by the French this time, but it doesn’t matter, because the French will eventually rely on negotiations to get everything they want.

We can't just shoot and kill all four of them here, because that would be assassination and would require war. Even if the Russians help the other side and the Americans take sides, war will still occur.

So the Foreign Secretary was confident that he could make the call.

The Foreign Secretary slowly reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out a mobile phone.

But an incomprehensible scene happened again.

“What kind of phone is this?”

Gao Yi suddenly walked over and snatched the phone from the Foreign Minister's hand. Then he asked curiously, "What brand? Specially made, right?"

The foreign minister's head was buzzing. He said strangely, "I'm going to call your president. Don't you understand? Now we have to start solving the problem substantively. What are you doing?"

"what are you doing?"

Gao Yi failed to understand the foreign minister's implicit meaning because he could not understand diplomatic language.

Gao Yi asked seriously: "Did I allow you to call? Why did you want to call the White House?"

The Foreign Minister was furious. He said angrily: "Stop pretending! You are simply..."

There was a crisp sound, and the Minister of Intelligence could not help but touch his left cheek again.

The Foreign Secretary covered the right side of his face.

Because Gao Yi was holding the phone in his right hand, he had to use his left hand, even though this would cause his left shoulder a little pain.

There was a crisp sound, and everyone in the room was startled, and then there was deathly silence.

Emily couldn't help but raise her hand, but she put it down again and didn't say anything in the end.

Gao Yi was holding the Foreign Minister's cell phone. He sat calmly at one side of the oval conference table, next to the Minister of Intelligence and opposite the Foreign Minister.

Then, Gao Yi said seriously: "Now let's talk about business. What is business... Well, as everyone knows, Gibraltar belongs to Spain, and you must return it."

(End of this chapter)